On the eve of the day that would arrive
At hour unknown in feeling unfelt
I saw all nature around me connive
To make into ruins, where I still dwelt.
And in current rest, so full of unease
A fight to sleep on the increasing gale,
For precarious breaths, the howl, appease
And remember each dear former detail.
Await in the narrow noon hour, warm
Shadowless, still, for a minute exact
The sun until now did misinform
Now Burns too brightly and breaks our pact.
Solutio Problematis Omnes (aka "The Catholic Linker") 